The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 181

The next morning, I found myself sitting in a large tent with the Alpha, a few elders, and the five witches who had survived the massacre at the Umbral Society’s castle. The place was buzzing with tension, everyone crowded around the map spread out on the wooden table. Despite the chaos of the previous day, I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the witches” words–Eira and Savannak are dead.

Every time I thought about it, a follow ache filled my chest, but I couldn’t afford to fall apart again. They died to give us a chance to escape. I couldn’t let that sacrifice be in vain.

Isaiah was leaning over the map, tracing lines with his finger while discussing routes with one of the elders. Austin and Alex were standing on either side of me, looking less tense than usual–at least until the Alpha slid his chair a bit closer to me.

I stiffened when I felt his presence, and the slight smirk on his lips didn’t escape my notice. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, with sandy blond hair and piercing green eyes that sparkled with amusement. He was definitely handsome, and he knew it.

“So,” the Ryan drawled, his voice low and almost teasing, “I never thought I’d meet the legendary Silver Wolf in person. The stories don’t do you justice.”

I raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be flattered or annoyed. Before I could respond, Austin shifted closer, his law tight as he glared at the young Alpha.

Isaiab, noticing the sudden shift in energy, glanced up from the map. “Alpha Ryan” he said with forced politeness, “maybe should focus on the task at hand?”

Ryan chuckled, unfazed, “Just making conversation. Didn’t subtle wink. “You seem even more impressive up close.”

mean to refle any fea

feathers.” He turned his gaze back to me,

giving me

Alex snorted, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the guy, “Back off, he growled, his tone more feral than usual. “She’s not

interested.”

I tried to hide a smile, but Isaiah wasn’t as subtle. He stepped forward, planting himself squarely between me and Ryan. “Focus,” he repeated, his voice a bit colder this time

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. “Seriously, guys? This is not the time for a pissing contest.”

One of the witches cleared her throat, drawing our attention back to the map. She had long auburn hair and pale blue eyes, and sho seemed less annoyed than amused by the testosterone–fueled display “If you’re all done marking territory,” she said dryly, “we’ve made a discovery.”

Isaiah shot me a glance, as if silently apologizing, and stepped back beside me. I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to feed his jealousy.

The witch gestured to the map. “This map is a layout of the Uncharted Realm–before the castle was built,” she explained, pointing to sever markings. “See these lines? They indicate paths that have since been covered or lost on this newer map with the castle.”

Another of the other witches, a tall woman with short blond hair and sharp green eyes, stepped closer and pointed to a spot on the map. This map… it’s ancient. It looks like it predates the construction of the castle,” she said thoughtfully.

“Are you saying the Keystone is in the uncharted realm?” Alex asked, his tone cautious.

The witch nodded. “It makes sense. The realm is a place untouched by any divine influence. The Shadow Weaver’s power can’t reach it–neither can the gods. It’s the perfect place to hide something so powerful.”

The realization settled over us like a cold shroud. The uncharted realm–of course. It was the one place beyond the influence of both light and darkness

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One of the elders, in older man with a long, graying beard, nodded thoughtfully she is right,It would be the ideal place to hide. something so powerful. The Shadow Weaver wouldn’t be able to touch it, nor could any divine presence influence It.”

Isaiah’s brows knitted together. “But how do we get to it without being ambushed again? Mother and the Children of the Eclipse are bound to guard the tree with portal we used last time heavily.”

Before anyone could answer, the tent flap flew open, and two women entered one young and strong, guiding an old, frail woman who looked as if the wind itself might knock her over. The elders grabbled at the intrusion, and one of them–a surly man named Tobias–stood abruptly.

“I thought I said we didn’t want to be disturbed,” Tublas barked. “We’re helping the Silver Wolf with her quest.”

“Let them stay,” I interrupted, raising a hand. The elder looked at me with hesitation, but I gave him a reassuring nod.

The younger woman glared at him. “And who do you think you’re tubing to Elder Mirna has every right to be here.”

The old woman, hunched over and leaning on a carved cane, snorted. “You’ll not be sending me away, you young fool,” she snapped. “Not when I’ve waited a lifetime to see the Silver Wolf with my own yes.”

Her companions helped her sit on a makeshift stool, her milky eyes fixed on me. Her gnarled hand reached out, and without thinking, I knelt in front of her, taking her hand gently. Her skin was like paper–thin and fragile. She cupped my face, tracing my cheekbones with her calloused fingers as it committing my features to memory. Looking at her hazy eyes I realized she is blind.